The Scars I Kept

Around seven in the evening when I got home,
As I opened the door, one person's waiting and that's mom,
I got three times slaps without notice,
Oh, this world is lack of justice.

From school, I got bullied everyday,
Mom's gave me a lot of slaps even on Sunday,
And those scars I have is in there,
Inside of my t-shirt printed with bear.

Years had passed and the scars still in there,
Left in my skin like it was a drawing on the paper,
Now, I'm asking myself how long will I suffer?
How long will I skip my supper?

Different shape, different size,
But scars are scars,
And yeah, this is the scar I kept,
I kept for a long time just to be safe.